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Pride

  • Jul 30, 2016
  • 1 min read

their blindness,

guilt,

swallowed in hurrying crowds.

scattered.

but not before a look,

snatched.

that funny blindness.

melting into concrete

like stones into water,

or fists

into faggots.

Illustration : Sophia Luu

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